Ying Fusu, who was dressed in plain and tidy Xuan clothes with no wrinkles from top to bottom, bowed deeply to the disheveled Ying Chengyu who was yawning at the door.
"What's your name, Lord Chang'an? Your uncle is screaming, right? He knows how to deal with all these red tapes." Ying Chengyu was speechless.
My eldest nephew is always so heretical, I don’t know what’s going on in his mind?
His eyes glanced behind Ying Fusu, who saw Qin General Meng Tian, who had a heroic face and brows full of evil spirits. He stood upright and was neither humble nor arrogant nor polite.
"Look at Meng Tian, he doesn't react much when he sees me."
Meng Tian raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of disdain, and he didn't even bother to hide it.
You have not made any achievements in the Qin Dynasty, why should you ask me to salute you?
Apart from your good background, what else are you worthy of praise for?
If the eldest son hadn't insisted on coming to say goodbye, would it be rare for me, the general, to come to this poor place like yours?
In the Qin State, Ying Chengyu, the half-brother of the First Emperor, was synonymous with waste.
The Qin court recognized that Ying Chengyu had nothing but a good background.
"Uncle, etiquette cannot be abolished. Confucius said, being respectful but disrespectful is laborious..."
"Shut up."
Ying Fusu's long speech ended before it even began.
His uncle was not impressed by him, but looked impatient.
"Can you come in?"
Ying Chengyu is a time traveler.
As a modern person who once lived in an advanced, free, and democratic world.
What he hates most is these messy etiquette, especially the ancient etiquette respected by Confucianism.
You salute when you meet someone, you salute when you have a meal, you even want to salute when you go to the toilet!
Are you annoyed?
It just so happened that his eldest nephew, Ying Fusu, liked to do this.
Every time his uncle and nephew meet, Ying Fusu treats him not by kinship, but by title.
If you don't call me a good uncle, you have to call me Chang'an Jun. What's wrong with you, you won't listen to me!
Ying Fusu smiled bitterly and nodded.
If he persists, Ying Chengyu will really shut him out.
His uncle can definitely do it!
The three of them entered the mansion and walked into the lobby.
As soon as he entered the lobby, Ying Chengyu lay lazily on the couch, as if he had rickets.
"My eldest nephew, are you tired of carrying things all day long? When you come to your uncle's house, do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Just lie down and lie down!"
Meng Tian's eyes showed disdain again.
Qin does not pay attention to red tape, but it does not mean that there is no etiquette.
In public places like this, no matter whether the guest or host is present, they can only sit on their knees.
Ying Fusu knew his uncle's temperament and sat on his knees on the couch, with his back straight.
"Uncle, I can just sit and I won't be tired."
Meng Tian couldn't stand it.
He was the most trusted general of the First Emperor, and he had no fear of Ying Chengyu, the emperor's younger brother.
"Not everyone in Great Qin is as undisciplined as Lord Chang'an!"
Ying Chengyu glanced at Meng Tian, put his hands behind his head, and crossed his legs.
"This is my home, I can do whatever I want. Treat me as I like, and get out if I don't like you."
Meng Tian was furious and his eyebrows stood upright.
You idiot! How dare you insult me like this?!
Just as he was about to get angry, Ying Fusu immediately stopped him with his arms crossed, his eyes a bit stern.
For Ying Fusu's sake, Meng Tian suppressed his anger and did not explode.
In fact, if Meng Tian insists on having an attack, there is nothing Ying Fusu can do.
Born in the Qin State where military merit was the only criterion, Meng Tian was a new generation leader of the Qin army and had a high prestige.
Except for the First Emperor Ying Zheng, he had enough capital to face anyone head-on.
Naturally, Ying Fusu understood this and nodded gratefully to Meng Tian to express his gratitude.
Meng Tian shook his head slightly, indicating that this was not necessary.
"Come here! Serve the food! Didn't you see that my eldest nephew is here?"
Yingcheng screamed.
Ying Fusu glanced at Meng Tian, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he coughed lightly.
"Fu Su came here not to have a meal, but to bid farewell to his uncle."
"Farewell?" Ying Chengxuan became serious.
If his eldest nephew could come here to say goodbye, the place he was going to must be very far away.
When the world is unified and it is time to establish a crown prince, the eldest nephew is far away from the center of Qin?
What is this operation?
Sitting up, he looked back and forth between Ying Fusu and Meng Tian.
The eldest nephew and Meng Tian got together.
He frowned.
"Don't tell me that you were sent to the frontier by the emperor's brother."
Mengtian's anger has not subsided yet, and he is surprised again.
Ying Chengyu did not attend the court meeting, how did he know that the eldest son was assigned to the county?
As soon as the court meeting was over, Meng Tian followed Ying Fusu to Chang'an Jun's Mansion without even a moment's delay.
"How does uncle know?"
Ying Fusu was also very surprised.
Ying Chengyu did not answer Ying Fusu's question, but asked Ying Fusu: "When does the emperor want you to set off?"
It's Sichu now, which is nine o'clock in the morning in future generations.
Ying Fusu knew that he was sleeping in, and if it wasn't for time, he would never have said goodbye at this time.
"It's three o'clock."
Not even an hour has passed.
Ying Chengyu frowned.
According to historical records, Ying Fusu was sent to the county by the First Emperor, and was finally ordered to die by Zhao Gaojiao.
The eldest son of Qin State moved away from the center, which can be said to be the starting point of Qin State's transition from prosperity to decline.
What's more, putting aside all that, Ying Fusu is also his eldest nephew.
Although a bit rigid, the relationship between uncle and nephew is very deep.
It can be seen from the fact that Ying Fusu was sent to the county and did not even go to his mother and concubine. He came to Ying Chengyu to say farewell first.
"Come here! Prepare your horses! I want to enter the palace!"
"only!"
The servant responded and went to prepare himself.
"Before I come back, keep an eye on my eldest nephew! That Meng Tian should also stop by and watch too, to avoid bad things!"
Without saying a word, Ying Chengyu left in a hurry and rushed to Xianyang Palace.
In the hall, Meng Tian and Ying Fusu were a little stunned. Ying Chengyu's reaction was unexpected.
When the two of them came to their senses, they discovered that they were under house arrest and could not get out!
Two guards blocked the door, preventing Ying Fusu and Meng Tian from going out.
Meng Tian was furious.
The eldest son is already being punished!
If you lock us two here after three quarters, you are disobeying the order!
I don’t think the eldest son has been charged with enough crimes!
"Shu Zi Dare you!"
Meng Tian was superb in martial arts and had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. He was full of killing intent and could knock the guards to the ground with three punches and two kicks.
"I'm sorry, I can't let you two go before your Majesty returns."
At this moment, a man in his thirties, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and dressed in white stopped at the door. It was obvious from a glance that he had drank a lot last night.
An alcoholic? A loser’s clientele is also a loser!
Meng Tian snorted coldly and stepped forward to hit him.
I thought I could defeat this drunkard with three moves and two moves, but I didn't expect that after several fights, this drunkard's martial arts skills were even higher than his!
Meng Tian put aside his contempt and fought against the enemy with all his strength. After more than ten rounds, he was kicked in the abdomen by the drunkard and fell to the ground in pain.
"end!"
Ying Fusu spoke urgently.
The drunkard had no intention of pursuing him and stopped before Ying Fusu could speak.
Meng Tian was helped up by Ying Fusu with a serious look on his face. He had served as Ying Zheng's close bodyguard, and his martial arts skills were recognized by the First Emperor Ying Zheng.
When it comes to martial arts, although Meng Tian has never thought that he is the best in the world, he is confident that he will not lose to a few people. Today, he fell into the hands of an alcoholic, who was also a disciple of Ying Chengyu, whom he despised!
Looking carefully at the drunkard in white, he felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"Good martial arts, looks familiar, have we met before?"
"Do you recognize me?" The drunkard squinted at Meng Tian, shook his head and said, "But I don't recognize you."
Meng Tian was so angry that he laughed instead.
"Pretend! Get out of the way quickly! Don't cause trouble for Ying Chengyu!"
The drunkard smiled and did not answer.
Ying Fusu bowed his hands and saluted. This was not the first time he came to Chang'an Jun's Mansion.
He recognized Ying Chengxuan's drunkard retainer and remembered that the drunkard's surname was Li.
"The father wants his son to leave, and the king wants his ministers to act. If the time is delayed, Fusu will become a man without a king and a father! Please give way, Mr. Li, and don't make it difficult for Fusu to be a human being."
The drunkard shook his head.
"Your Majesty has gone to Xianyang Palace for the eldest son's business. Please don't be anxious, eldest son, just wait for the good news."
Meng Tian interrupted, with a look of disdain on his face: "Ying Cheng is so virtuous and capable, but I can advise your majesty to take back his life!"
At the court today.
The prime ministers on the left, Wei Zhuang, and the prime ministers on the right, Wang Wan, joined forces to intercede for Ying Fusu.
As a result, both of them were fined for one year each. Ying Fusu, who was scheduled to leave tomorrow, was ordered by Ying Zheng to leave immediately.
Two prime ministers who are inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people can't accomplish anything together.
Meng Tian didn't believe that Ying Chengyu, a waste nicknamed the shame of the Qin Dynasty, could do it.
"There is nothing your Majesty can't do that you want to do."
Meng Tian only thinks that a drunkard is advocating for Ying Chengyu. How can any of his disciples not be loyal to his master?
"I just ask Ying Chengyu not to cause trouble for the eldest son!"